I spent most of the afternoon, until I had to go to work, reading Comfort me With Apples by Ruth Reichl. Food writing, plus a biography, what could be better to distract me from my own situation?
At about 3:45 a random nurse called to give me my instructions: stay the course and come in for another ultrasound and your pre-op on Thursday. Huh? I thought the cycle was clearly in the krapper? She seemed surprised, but offered to have one of the doctors call me back the next day. I agreed, but immediately called my regular nurse who promised to get a hand written, and therefore hand delivered message to the doctor so she would call us at the end of her day. I wasn't available, so Husband took the call. She's not worried about the big honkin' follicle on my right ovary. It doesn't seem to be dominant, and she thinks that the others, at least 3, will continue to grow. Her concern is that by letting the others grow we may lose the one that is currently a 16 on the left. However, as long as I have 6, we are in the land of IVF.
I am not sure why I am comforted by this--perhaps I am 'comfort-able' in away that I haven't been in the past.
It is still not ideal, but it is not the disaster we had in our first cycle or in our Dec cycle, so I shall continue to trudge dutifully onward.
Thanks for all the support yesterday!